Xu Zhenrong did not expect that her strongest masked man in hand would be dismantled so easily.
"You can only succeed this time!"
Xu Zhenrong was decisive and immediately commanded the "fake Run Sheng" to self-destruct, then she crossed her fingers and pushed upwards.
Without one, she could still conjure another.
This place had already turned into a classroom environment, making it her home ground.
The scholar's form shifted once more, avoiding the aftershocks of the "fake Run Sheng's" self-destruction.
At this moment, sixty shadows flooded back into the inverted jade cone overhead.
Soon, a new cocoon of white would fall, and another "fake Run Sheng" would appear.
Inside the tower, Li Zhiyuan raised both his hands.
Outside the tower, the scholar crossed his fingers and pushed upwards.
The inverted jade cone, which had already been filled with sixty shadows, was once again packed with dozens more, stuffing it completely.
